Snowfall late on Christmas Eve

Lights that twinkle extra bright

Magic we can all believe

Is stronger on this special night

Crisp clean air is cold and thin

Rooftops carry blanket white

Soft flakes cling to hair and skin

Jack Frost lends the breeze his bite

Windows warm with frosted glow

Wreaths and mistletoe are hung

Muffled footsteps crunch on snow

The touching sound of carols sung

Home is where I’ll be this night

Whilst outside, breath of winter blows

Log fire blazing amber light

Inviting me to toast my toes.

When midnight strikes and bedtime calls

I’ll bid the stars outside goodnight

And as the last log burning, falls

I’ll snuggle up in bed till light.